I want to see you again, to float in your sky-blue eyes and feel the fluffiness af your cloudy smile. So pure, too pure… I dream all day for your company, even just hello. Your voice, it cuts my ears, but straightens me out. I saw those lips of salmon’s gold, down vales of spring with springing vales. Your grassy exterior hides not dirt, but tears. You long to be free, caught in the net of society. Don’t cry my pretty, nothing can compare to the flowers atop. Adrift in the wind like a bended-knee sprain, you look to me anger and pain. Withering, the Sun shrinks in its casket. Gravely you run, gravely I run. To open up and let out the flies. You hide your world as purgers grew, melting down all that we knew. I knew you, not some condition. You became just a haunting premonition. Dreams come and dreams go while nightmare’s knife ebb and flow! I helplessly stare; you act as though I’m not there…
